Short Rotates Poems
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rotates without pause
love energy eternal
nourishing nourished
Line Gauthier-Bite Size No. 95- Honorable Mention
round cyclone in sea
nature's unseen first finger
rotates in middle
Home from fairground -
hungry
Admiring delightful
colours, aromas.
Feast -
carrots, sweetcorn, peas...
Rotates in microwave
- Carousel
perch, hears unseen noise
rotates its head full circle
silent flight snatch prey
10/15/2021
Owl Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
If the universe is a star
I could see from my windowpane
at the speed of light,
I’d know the momentum
of how it rotates and revolute;
I won’t be a victim of its hazards.
Wispy clouds change shape and the earth rotates
clouds break apart then regroup
a cool breeze signals fall
Though the world is in motion, my life stalls
no changes in sight today
nor tomorrow; if ever?
dust devil
whirling breaths waves contain shifts
rotates
a weather phenomenon
~
11/19/21
For Hiku (Disciplined Brevity) Poetry Contest
Haiku poetry form only.
Sponsored by: William Kekaula |
Display,
crave,
cARRAAAAAAAAAAAANK,
demaize...
Dice,
spice!
Cries,
collides...
Finds.
Focused.
Pines...
Complies-
A-mind-
A-size!
Rice's,
rotates,
be tie.
Locate,
advise,
add tries.
Rolling
Round and round down the hill
Riding in a tire
Revolves like a windmill
Rotates faster faster!
Reeling wildly and shrill...
Rubber meets quagmire.
Remorse—after the spill.
4.13.2021©deborah burch
Pleiades
~ whirling breathing waves contain
shifting
signs that fog the mind
~
a weather phenomenon
rotates
columns of wind draft
~
arid and semi-arid
regions
blows loose sand and dirt
dust devil
11/19/21
The world rotates on its axis -- busily, dizzily spinning
We humans are busily, dizzily spinning on our axes
Our planet's motion is purposeful, a wonder of Creation
But what of our motion? Where are we -- we wonders -- headed?
Ego agenda
Narrow and futile
Yet in delusion
We are bound therein
Tragicomic life
The wheel of time
Slowly rotates
Joy and sorrow
Cyclically
As a leaf
Blown away
Until death
This life
Wasted
Gone
08-October-2020
The machine rotates , the white rice flour sheds like fog, and its fine and smooth.
Walking down the memory lane,
I semblance a lot of pain,
As life moves on it gives me a feeling,
It could be for some gain.
Gifted another beauteous morning,
As the earth rotates her side,
A new day, A new learning,
As I keep moving with the tide.
The souls of the Masters are doing a dance, their only goal to help humans
enhance..
Keep an open heart what ever you believe for God is inclusive in his tapestry.
Our earth rotates and pulses with it's own dharma, so pay close attention to your own karma.
Life is like the hand of a wall clock.
God himself adorns and makes it unlock.
it constantly rotates in the blocked circle.
Noisy days bury its day long howl.
sleepless night unfold its untold talk.
Dead silence says how much acute its sound of tick-tock.
Tranquil heart emits a bliss mist
We just stay with the light as such
God within gently takes our hand
We feel his tender, loving touch
Soul star chakra above rotates
A disc of divine love and light
Omnipresence personified
Ushers in form heightened delight
The wheel of time rotates
the destiny kaleidoscope
lattice makes life’s melange
in perception topography
of dismal burnt wasteland
or euphoric emerald vale.
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December 31, 2021
Contest : Bite Size Poem #31
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
a disc of light above our head rotates
divinity with body-mind entwined
below jugular notch a node pulsates
higher heart from where deep truths are divined
if we stand erect, with God’s light aligned
label not this light as we did the sun
ocean, earth, fire, air and sky, all are one
The moon causes
The sea to wave
The earth it rotates
The tides they roll
Nature it's grand
Fanatically fantastic
Furiously formed
The sun is not to be ignored when
In full glory, but in winter it seems
Weakest in its morning story
It just only lays Lazily in its
Lurid sky
when the sun rotates
backwards in the sky
and the blue goes on and on
without the wisp of a cloud
we are in the starkness of the day
when unmeasured time
passes on the hands
of a broken watch only
do we understand when these
days are gone the starkness of the day
Floating, floating, as the river wind,
sweeps a chorus of autumn twigs.
Embarking in the early eve,
I steer a light craft.
Rising, the moon rotates,
along the mountain peaks.
Flowing, the waters follow the whirling sky.
Are we on the Milky Way?
Or, roving in a grove of fine clouds.
Sun kissed mornings
brightening blue skies
chasing morning dew,
evaporating and condensing
on small floating particles
to return once again
as the earth rotates
on central axis
revolving slowly
in a vast complex universe
filled with wonder
as the moon
makes its nightly cycle
Natures recycling
A big bang has occurred
The boogie of creation recurred!
On a cord in a womb,
Life revolves around it-
Or a lover’s tomb,
The mourner rotates around it.
This gyre spins from habit
It’s a design without wit.
My tongue wags profanities?
Then explain your inanities!
If love is not a gain,
Then, why its loss a pain?
the wheel rotates
from anger
to calmness
with each turn
it sends love
love flowing
into each heart
as the jewels of truth
protect
the lotus reaches for the sky
and quells
the winds rage
back to harmony
new life is reborn